(2015)
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump